Poem: At 2,579 Feet in Marin
A poem about finding truths while hiking … Continue readingPoem: At 2,579 Feet in Marin
Framing. Focus. Finesse.

A poem about finding truths while hiking … Continue readingPoem: At 2,579 Feet in Marin
On a recent Friday night, I sat alone under the string lights on a patio near a barn. The pack mules and the other guests on the patio listened to
My cousin noticed the trend first: if he hiked in front, the other hikers in the Dolomites greeted us with “Ciao” or a hearty “Buongiorno!” When I walked in front
We finished our pancake dinner and forced our bloated bodies up from the comfy green leather booth in the cozy cafe to trudge back to my parked car. After getting
Another short poem about what remains. … Continue readingHaiku: Closure
Another short poem about waiting. … Continue readingHaiku: Wrong Track
As foreshadowed in the last year’s annual review post, 2025 sucked because it felt like everything burned to the ground at the very beginning and never fully recovered. I wanted
I think a lot about food—and not just because I seem to be perpetually hungry. I even earned the trail name “Snickers” because I get hangry when backpacking and let
A vignette of a journey with photos … Continue readingHaiku: Next Service
A short poem about a desert storm, with photos. … Continue readingMariah: A Haiku